by N. Tetterton
I’m not exactly sure when she melted my icy heart, but she lit that match and waited.
“How did you find this place?” She asks as she takes in the trees that sit back slightly.
“I own it.”
The laugh that comes out surprises even her. “You own it?” she glances over her shoulder, rolling her eyes slightly at me. Resisting the urge to snatch her back for the action, I just glare down at her. It’s fine. I know full well why we came out here. I’ll take it out on her later. “You literally own a private island?”
“Yes.” Still cutting my eyes to her.
“How original.” Stopping myself from smirking at her words. I just nod my head to her again. “How does one go about buying an island?”
“Same way one buys a house.” I whisper into her ear as my mouth lowers, letting my teeth graze along her neck. Her back arches, pushing her ass just slightly harder against me as I feel my tongue lick over the scars along her neck.
“What are we doing out here?” she asks in her breathy tone.
“I have some ideas…”
“Like...?”
“You still want to be my prey, Little Girl?” I growl into her ear.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you sure?” I ask as I lightly bite onto her earlobe, causing a gasp out of her mouth and her head slowly nods. “Good.” Telling her as my hand trails down the front of her body, dipping into the waistband on her jeans. I can already feel the warmth from her as I inch my hand closer to her pussy. Her head leans back against my chest as my fingers make contact with her clit, stroking it before running my fingers along the inside of her folds, making sure not to touch her slit. Then pulling my hand away quickly. She stands confused for a second as she stares out and I don’t need to look at her to know that her eyes are wide, showing her confusion. Like the prey that she is.
“Run.” I growl into her ear.
She doesn’t need any more of an explanation before her feet push her away from me. She doesn’t hesitate getting off the boat, doesn’t go to the back end, but she does just as she would have actually running away. She jumps from the front end, landing hard on her feet, and runs towards the woods.
Walking to the back, I grab the line and the anchor that I had sat out just for this before I jump over the front of the boat after her. Veering off for a brief second, dropping the anchor, pressing it into the ground with my foot as deep as it will go and burying it slightly so it cannot get easily pulled out of the ground. Moving the line so that it will be easily accessible.
I hear the branches snapping as she runs past them and just the thought of her running from me causing that predatory urge to fill me. Moving in the direction, I’m not running, I don’t need to run. I’ll catch her, eventually.
“LITTLE GIRL.” I shout to her and I hear the hesitation in her stride. I can smell her excitement pooling inside of her. Hearing her stumble an oof sounds out, and I can’t help the laugh that comes out. It’s not that I’m not concerned about her hurting herself, it’s just at this moment. The game. The Chase. It fucking consumes me. “OH,” my sentence starts out snidely, I want to fucking make her tremble, “ARE YOU OKAY?” I can’t help but let the laugh fall from my mouth as I hear a slight gasp and I can hear her turning around, looking for me. Not really sure where I am.
Picking up my pace, I head in the direction that I heard the noise coming from, but suddenly it’s silent. I can’t hear her, or I can’t hear the crunching of the foliage underneath her feet.
Coming into a cleaning, I slow as I look around. I know she’s near, she’s hiding from me. Stupid girl. She can’t hide from me.
I can feel her watching me as I look around, only I’m not exactly sure where the eyes are watching from.
“LITTLE GIRL.” I growl out for her as I continue to look for hiding spots. I can still smell her excitement building. “I CAN SMELL YOU. I KNOW THAT YOU’RE HERE.” I call out for her again and her scent grows stronger. My dick hardens from imagining how fucking soaked she has to be right now. That thought causes a smirk to spread across my face as I imagine her dripping down my face. Almost instinctively I lick my lips. “YOU CAN DO THIS THE EASY WAY OR THE HARD WAY.” I shout at her. I know that she’s somewhere near, just not sure exactly where at. “TRUST ME. I’LL BE FINE WITH EITHER.” I laugh out loud because I say that I will be fine with either, but I think she and I both know that I prefer the latter.
The thud comes from behind me, causing me to spin around and seeing her hunched over. She moves away from me. I don’t even realize that the growl comes out as I run after her. Pushing forward as fast as she can, but I’m still faster than she is, we’ve already learned that though.
Launching myself and tackling her to the ground. Taking the brunt of the fall, once again we roll on the ground. Rolling past her and she manages out of my grip. Hearing her grunt as she pushes herself up, I reach out, luckily my wingspan is wider than she hopes for, gripping onto her foot and pulling it out from under her.
She whimpers as she comes down hard onto her ass as I move up, pulling her back behind me as I walk back to where I left the anchor. Hearing her hands scratching into the ground, I glance behind me and can’t help but laugh out loud. “Stop trying to hurt yourself.” I tell her before I drop her at the spot where I had left the anchor.
She pops up and runs again, but I grab at her foot for a second time. Falling onto her stomach, I hover above her. “Roll over.” I tell her before she does and I can see the smirk that she’s trying to keep from her face. Grip her hands and raising them above her head. Gripping onto the rope before wrapping it around her wrists. She pulls at the rope before I laugh. “That will not do anything.” I tell her.
“Am I tied to an anchor?” It causes me to laugh., running my hands down her body until I reach the waistband of her jeans. Popping the button, opening them up and tugging them down to her knees. A small whimper comes out of her mouth before I laugh.
“Oh no, Little Girl. Is something wrong?” I mimic her voice before she glares up at me.
“Fuck you.” She snaps out. Gripping a hold of her face and bringing her up closer to me.
“Better watch your mouth. Men like me, aren’t people you want to push around.”
“I thought force wasn’t your thing?” She looks up at me before I lean in to her, leaning my body weight onto one arm. Bringing my mouth directly to her ear as I use my free hand to zip down my pants.
“I think we’re both aware of the answer to that.” I growl into her ear, then push into her. The moan echoes through the empty woods and she looks up at me with wide, lust-filled eyes. Thrusting my hips up hard, moving her higher on the ground before I lean back into her. “Fuck Little Girl. You’re so fucking wet. I knew that you’d be soaked after that.” Laughing as I feel her pussy clench onto me. “You’re so fucking needy for me.” I growl to her as I feel her head next to me nod before I thrust into her again. Pushing myself up, I lift her hips slightly, continuing to thrust into her. Looking down at her, she smirks at me before she lifts her head up, exposing her neck. Smirking down to her, I reach down. Gripping onto her neck, squeezing on the sides. Adding just enough pressure that a slow grin spreads on her lips. “You like that, don’t you?” She slowly nods her head. “My needy little slut.” Using my other hand to rub circles on her clit. I can feel the vibration of her moan on my hand as she collapses around me, fueling my release.
Letting go of her throat and lowering myself down, I look at her, smiling.
“You look happy.” She nods her head to me.
“I am.” Furrowing her brows, she lets a smile spread on her lips.
“What?” She looks up at me as I reach above her head and untie her wrists.
“You heard me.” I tell her. As I release her hands, she reaches up and cups my face.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.” She squeals before she pushes me over and I let her as she rolls on top of me, straddli
ng me with my cock still inside of her.
“I’m happy too.” She whispers before she leans into me and kisses me gently.
“Good.” I pause, looking up to her and then the words are tumbling out of my mouth before I can even stop them. “Let’s get married.”
“What!?” I can hear the shock in her voice.
“Let’s get married.”
“No.” She immediately says.
“What?” I laugh out, looking up at her and seeing that she’s completely serious.
“No.” She laughs out. “Why get married. I like how things are. We mess it up.”
“Isn’t that what people do?”
“Sure. A million years ago, but what’s the difference between what we’ve been doing and getting married? What difference would it really make?”
“You would be taken care of.”
“You already do that.” She laughs.
“I mean, if anything—” but she cuts me off.
“I have no doubt that you will figure that out as well, plus I already know where your secret stash is.” I can’t help but laugh out loud. “So tell me. What difference would it make?”
“Well,” I pause as I look at her, “when I get arrested, they can’t make you testify against me.” Her face becomes shell-shocked as she looks down at me.
“When?” She looks down at me, concerned.
“It’s bound to happen at some point.” I shrug. “Right now, no. But at some point I probably will.” She looks concerned for another minute before I press my lips together. “I do my best to keep it from happening and I have enough people on my payroll to keep me out and if I do to get me out.” She nods her head. Pulling her into me and kissing the side of her head as I lay her against my chest.
She says nothing for a while as she lies on top of me. “I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” She shakes her head as she looks at me and sighs, pushing off of me and standing. Sitting up, I slide her jeans up her legs and cover her. Attempting to button them, I grimace as I notice the button that no longer is attached. “Sorry.” She shakes her head before she steps in to me and I wrap my arms around her.
Her hands come up into my hair as she breathes, running her hands through it. “I love you.” I tell her, looking up and she smiles before she reaches down to help me up. The motion mixed with the size difference is almost comical.
Draping my arm across her shoulders, I bring her into me as we walk back to the boat.
“Hey,” she yells to me as I drive back to the marina. Causing me to slow the boat to a stop and look at her. Surrounded by just water as she looks at me. “You got me. I’ve been trying to think of something to come back to you about it and I can’t think of anything. So, okay. If you want to…”
“What?” I smirk at her.
“But I’m not having kids.” She laughs as she shakes her head.
“We’ll see about that.” The words come out of my mouth before I even know what I’m saying. Not that I know if I would ever want kids or not, but just the thought of anything with her is a possibility.
❖
Pulling up to the house, I laugh out as I reach over and pull the twig that’s stuck in her hair out. A grin spreads on her face, the same thing that she does every single time I actually laugh, before she bashfully looks away.
“Come on,” I nod towards the house as I open the door and move around to her side. “Hurry,” I laugh, looking at her messy hair, leaves still falling out a bit. Dirt up her arms. She’s moving too slowly and I know if I don’t hurry her along that we will miss the meeting that she is unaware of.
Leaning over, I rush her, tossing her over my shoulder as I burst through the door. Rushing up the stairs. “Luce stop.” She laughs as she smacks at my back before I’m in the bathroom attached to our bedroom. Before I sit her down on the sink. Huge smirk still lingers on her face.
Moving back, I flip the shower on, adjusting the temperature before I move back over to her, stripping the shirt off of her body. “We have to hurry.” I tell her as I kiss her, then completely undress her.
“I have a meeting that we need to get to in a bit?”
“We?”
“Yes. We.”
“Why am I going with you? I never go with you.”
“Because this meeting is for you.”
“Huh?”
“You’ll see, my love.”
When we get out of the shower, I step into the closet as she blow-dries her hair. Picking the dress that was brought in this afternoon I hang it up on the door for her. Grabbing the small box off the dresser and walking it back into the bathroom.
She turns the hair dryer off and looks at me. “What’s that?”
“What does it look like?” I smirk at her as she looks away quickly.
“It looks like a ring box.”
“It is.” I pause, laughing. “You said you would marry me.”
“I don’t need a ring.”
“So don’t wear it all the time, but wear it tonight.” I tell her, pointing down at the sink.
“Why? Want to make sure everyone knows I belong to the man with the most money in the room?”
“Precisely, what I want.” she just shakes her head at me for a few moments before she opens the box and tries to hide her shocked expression. I try to keep my satisfied expression at bay but I fail at it. I catch her grin in the mirror and I smirk to myself as I leave the room. “Hurry.”
A knock rasps on the door as I look up at Gunner, who is standing with the other parties in my meeting. The four men walk into the room and sit down across from me.
“I’ve heard that you guys have been trying to get a meeting with me for a while.”
“Yeah, we think that we have a good proposition for you.”
“And what would that be?”
“We own a club downtown and thought that it would be a good place to run your business through.”
“It’s a sex club.” I nod my head because it is a club that drugs would go through quickly, but I don’t need it.
“That seems appropriate.” I say, expressionless. They have no clue that I don’t mean that the club is appropriate for the drugs. Their club does okay, but it isn’t anything impressive.
“I know,” the leader says. “I bet it would be the best club in the area for your, uh, business.”
I catch her eyes as Gunner brings her to the door and Blaine glances back to her, looking back over at the men for a second. I nod at her before I motion for her to come over to us with my index and middle fingers. “Sorry to interrupt.” I tell the men.
Thinking back to when they first got here, and she saw them.
She was glaring at me, trying to pull out of Gunner’s grip, but he wouldn’t let go.
“What the fuck!” she nearly shouts.
“Shh,” I whisper back to her as I walk closer to her.
“Luce, you don’t understand. That’s--”
Cutting her off with a smile, looking down at her, “I know exactly who they are.” Her eyes shoot from side to side before she looks down. “Do you trust me?”
Slowly, she looks back up at me, nodding her head.
I eye Nyx with a look that only she will understand, and she straightens herself. “Let me introduce you guys to my fiancé. She’s going to be around a lot.” The light reflects off of the ring on her finger and I can feel my inner cave dweller raging, knowing that it’s telling everyone that she’s fucking mine. Reaching out and pulling Nyx onto my lap and I lean into her, kissing her, roughly. Pulling away, I look over to the men across from us and I can tell that they all know who she is. “So, tell me Alex, would you take that bet?” His eyes widened and I’m not sure if it’s because of my question of as I follow his gaze down to Nyx’s hand, before he speaks, but I cut him off. “Actually, it really doesn’t matter. Nyx, would you take that bet?” I ask her before she smirks over to me.
“No, Luce.” She tells me. “I wouldn’t
take that bet.” I laugh again before I look back over at the men across from me.
“See, I think you guys have made a pretty big fucking enemy.” Alex’s eyes widen even larger.
“Luce.” Alex grovels. “I—”
“Alex, the last thing you want to do right now is try to make excuses for yourself and I’m not the powerful enemy.” I tell him before I glance over to Nyx. “She is.”
“Ugh, what are you going to do?” He asks me.
But I don’t answer. Instead, I look over to Nyx, who laughs. “We won’t be doing any business with you. Ever. In fact, we will own your club in a year.” I look over at her and I want to laugh and fuck her all at the same time. “I’d bet on that.”
Never have I met a woman who is anything like me… fuck, never have a met a woman who is anything like her.
We’re both monsters deep down, and we could have either destroyed or persevere one another. I’m not sure we ever had a choice, though. From the moment I met her, I wanted to put her in some place where the world could never harm her, somewhere that she would never have to experience pain again.
What pains me the most now is I know eventually I will bring some sort of pain to her.
Because in my life… it may not always be physical, but the threat of it always looms. Death threats, revenge, territory wars, arrests… let’s be real, the last one is probably the most realistic. I typically do 4 illegal acts before I even get out of bed in the morning
Epilogue
Nyx
—2 years later—
“Mrs. De Santis.” I hear from behind me, causing me to stop. Slowly turning around, I know that he’s a detective before he says anything else, I can tell by the cheap knock off suit. Maybe Luce has corrupted me too much at this point, because I can spot the little inconsistencies. “Would you come down to the station with us?”
“No.” I look over my shoulder at him, before I start to walk away.
“Ma’am.” I can’t help but laugh out as I turn around, coming face to face with him, much closer than I originally thought I would be, but I don’t let the surprise show on my face.